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Cordelia was enjoying herself. It was becoming a habit for Angel to let her do the driving, and she loved it, zipping down the darkened streets, with the top down and the wind blowing her hair. She looked in the rear view window, at her two friends. Wesley looked like death warmed over, dark circles under his eyes, courtesy of having been awake for the past 36 hours straight, and Angel was deep in thought; nothing new there. It was 3am, and they had just dropped Gunn off at his 'crib'. In her exuberance, Cordy took a turn a little too fast, causing Wesley to tip towards his boss, his head landing, rather startlingly, in the vampire's lap.

"Uh...Wes?" Angel poked at Wesley's shoulder, when the latter made no attempt to right himself. No use - Wes was dead to the world. "I think Wesley was sleeping with his eyes open again." Angel yelled up to the front seat. Cordelia smiled at him via the mirror.

"I don't know why the guy even owns a bed. I mean, I'll bet he could fall asleep standing up."

Arriving back at their destination - the hotel/office/Angel's home - Cordy whipped the Angelmobile expertly into its space, at the rear of the building. Angel shook Wesley again, which only caused the demon hunter to snuggle deeper into Angel's lap. This was creating a rather awkward situation, as the rubbing was feeling rather nice. He really didn't want to have to explain to Cordelia why he suddenly had a rather prominent bulge in his pants. Nor did he particularly want to remove Wesley's head from his lap. He looked down at his friend, with a rare affectionate smile. Wesley always looked so innocent when he was sleeping. Right now he looked as though he might start sucking his thumb at any moment. Angel groaned inwardly. Now he was picturing Wes sucking something else.

"W-why don't you go ahead and stay here tonight, Cordy. It's pretty late. I'll...I'll wake up Wes in a few minutes."

Cordy was really tired, and didn't need to be asked twice. "Okay, I'm gonna find a nice soft bed to sleep in. If you want to stay out here in the dark, with a Watcher in your lap, that's fine with me."

That was *exactly* what Angel wanted to do. He watched the young woman, until she disappeared inside and the door shut behind her. Closing his eyes, he pictured himself ripping open Wesley's shirt, buttons popping off and flying every which way. He wanted to pull the younger man up to him, by his shirt collar, and kiss him senseless. He smiled wantonly, at the imagined look of shock that would be on Wesley's face, the way he would stammer and try to pull away, only to succumb to Angel in the end. Angel opened his eyes again, looked down at the peacefully sleeping man, and sighed. He ran his fingers lightly through Wes' short dark hair, noting the way it curled slightly at the back of his neck. He couldn't do any of those things to his friend, dammit, because he cared too much for him. Life's a bitch...even when you're dead.

Deep in thought, Angel absently ran one hand up and down Wesley's chest, while his other hand slipped awkwardly into his own underwear, trying to ease some of the tension building there. He didn't notice that his caressing of Wes had become more aggressive, nor did he notice when Wesley's eyes opened quietly.

Wesley lay still, and felt his nipples turn hard and poke up at the fabric of his shirt, as Angel's cool hand ran over them, again and again. They weren't the only part of his anatomy standing at attention now, either. He could feel the vampire's hand, under his head, rubbing and stroking himself; panting slightly too. It was all he could do to keep from wiggling with desire, but Wesley was afraid that if he disturbed Angel, the moment would be lost, and he would stop touching him.

Angel's hand swept lower and lower, skirting the belt on Wesley's trousers. Finally, when he couldn't take any more, Wes, in one swift, fluid movement, grabbed the vampire's hand and planted it firmly on his crotch. Angel's head snapped up in surprise, and he very nearly tossed Wesley to the floor of the car, as he whipped his hand back out of his pants. Wesley had kept his hand on Angel's other one, holding it in place, as he shifted around, until he was laying on his back, his head still in Angel's lap.

"What are you doing, Angel?" he asked calmly, knowing full well what the vamp had been up to.

"I....uh....you fell asleep, and I didn't want to wake you up, and ..."

"I know, but, what were you *doing*?" Wesley was smiling, but Angel was looking anywhere but at him. Wesley reached up to run his hand along Angel's chest, searching out his nipples, and rubbing them hard.

Angel moaned, and gave up. "Oh God, Wes, it just felt so good, with your head there, and I didn't want to move, and I didn't want you to move, and... OH!"

Wesley had turned again, until his nose was pressed into Angel's crotch, and he was nipping and sucking at Angel, through his clothing. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. Wesley wasn't supposed to take charge. Angel *liked* it.

"Wes?" It came out as more of a plea than he had intended. "I want to kiss you."

Wesley swung himself up, so that he was now sitting next to Angel again, his left leg slung over Angel's right. "Alright, kiss me." There was no hesitation, no nervousness, only that damned complacent smile.

Angel wanted to regain control. He grabbed Wesley's face in his hands, pulling warm lips onto cool ones, nudging Wesley's mouth open with his tongue. Wesley's arms wrapped one arm around Angel's neck, and the other one around his waist. It was a bit awkward, considering the tight confines of the back seat, and they were soon a tangle of limbs, as they tried to get more comfortable. Twice, Angel whacked his head painfully on the window crank, before he finally blurted out, "Wes, why don't we just go up to my room?"

Wesley shook his head, and began planting soft kisses on Angel's throat. "No, I want to do it out here." He pulled back, and leered at his boss. "I've always wanted to shag someone in the back seat of a convertible."

"Anyone?" Angel teased.

Wesley replied blithely. "Sex is sex, Angel. It feels good, no matter who you do it with." Feeling his friend draw back slightly, he tried to be reassuring. "But, I'd rather do it with someone I cared about...like you." He had been unfastening Angel's trousers as he spoke, and now reached in to see what he could find in the man's underwear. Angel allowed himself to shudder, as he fumbled with Wesley's belt buckle, button and zipper. For several minutes, neither of them spoke beyond moaning and groaning, as they humped and ground into each other.

Without warning, Wesley pulled away and removed his hand, taking away the pleasure.

"Hey!" Angel objected, until he saw what Wes was up to, and assisted by sliding over to the far side of the car. Wesley maneuvered so that he was kneeling on the seat, and bent his head down to Angel's lap, bringing the vampire's rock hard erection to his mouth, slowly. After licking it up and down several times, he finally took it into his mouth and began to suck in earnest. Angel threw his head back against the seat back and began to pant audibly. One hand clenched the side of the car, and the other grasped a handful of Wesley's shirt, threatening to rip it right off his lanky body. His hips involuntarily rose to meet Wesley's mouth. He could feel himself reaching the edge swiftly, and tried to warn Wes, as he unloaded into his mouth, and down his throat. Wesley made a few strangled sounds, but gamely swallowed as best he could. Before he was finished, Angel pulled himself out of Wesley's mouth, causing a bit of the overflow to land on Wesley's chin and chest.

"Really, Angel..." Wesley began to complain, but Angel stopped him from cleaning himself up. Instead, Angel scooped up a fingerful of the cool, sticky substance, and pulled Wesley over to sit next to him. Bringing out Wesley's hard arousal, he began to coat it with his cool semen. A wicked smile crossed Wesley's face, as he realized what Angel was doing. More shifting of positions took place, and soon Angel was kneeling, with his back to Wesley, and his pants down to his knees.

"Do it, Wes. Do it now. I want you inside me...hard."

That was all the encouragement his partner needed, and Wesley brought himself up, right behind Angel, placing his hands on either hip, as he began to thrust himself into Angel. He was tentative at first, but became encouraged by Angel's growls of both pain and pleasure. Angel braced himself, with both hands on the side of the car, and pushed back against Wesley; soon they had found a stuttered rhythm of bumping and grinding. Wes reached around and found Angel was hard again, tugging on him, as his fucking became more and more wild, his breathing jagged and harsh.

When he couldn't hold out any longer, Wesley gave one final thrust, before releasing himself into Angel. Feeling the warmth flooding his insides, Angel too let himself go, coming into Wesley's hand, and onto the side of the car. Wes collapsed onto Angel's back, wrapping him up in a comfortable hug, kissing his sweaty back. "*Now* can we go up to your room?" He whispered drowsily.

Angel struggled to turn around and face Wes, having a difficult time, since Wesley was not inclined to release his hold on him. "Yeah, I think that would be a good idea." He planted a deep kiss on Wesley's mouth, still smelling and tasting himself there. He could sense that Wes wasn't going to remain conscious much longer, as he tried to pull the ex-Watcher's clothing together and push him out of the car. He looked back ruefully, at the mess they'd made, but was too tired to deal with it now. He grinned at Wesley, and whispered in his ear. "Y'know, I don't think Cordy would be so jazzed to drive my car, if she knew what we were doing in it."

Wesley grinned sleepily back at him, and let out a little giggle. "And I think I'll wait for just the perfect time to tell her, too." Angel tried to look stern, but ended up grinning back anyway. He took Wesley by the hand, and led the exhausted man upstairs to his waiting bed, hoped they would get at least *some* sleep this morning.

~~~The End~~~